Short Famine Poems
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Her indeterminate growth
Gives me in garden famine
A big red tutsie tomato
I
Science may mock faith; it may be the best therapy
II
Faith is best currency - plus pilot unique!
III
Faith can feast on God amidst famine
Never in its shadowed presence
have i stood
famine deaths without the taste of food
Pain that never met its equal
numb that has no end
breaks without the bend
Momofuku
what did you do
took a dried noodle
and made a caboodle
a country in famine
you took time to examine
and created fast food
to feed the whole brood
This Life
Soon a plague of unbearable insanity
Will wreak havoc upon humanity
Misery, murder, and endless strife
Famine and drought
Will torture this life
Through hazy mirrors
A doxy appears to be doused
Within suicide languages
Hips bemoaning white filigrees
Caressed by a famine of beatitude
designed to elicit tragedy
Famine, starvation,
Misery, segregation,
Poverty, destitution,
Drought, pollution,
Want, undernutrition,
Loneliness, exclusion,
Hope, delusion,
Love, illusion.
Heaven
is a palace full of peace
where war doesn't exist
and at the same time, famine
Eternity dances in the realm
at its center, causing clouds
to make it rain endless love
And in her death
She was a poet
Images of her past
Skipped through her mind
Her dead child, her friends, her lovers
Paris, Russia, famine
But images of eternity
Led her to eternity
'Twas a horrible thing called the blight,
diseased potatoes a depressing sight,
starvation begone,
crossed over the pond,
arrived Ellis Island future looks bright.
3-13-17
Locust swarms gorge on food chains,
hungry millions piercing cry
Date created : 13 August 2020
Two line poem.
Contest : Podium placing promise (2)
Sponsor : Brian Strand
Earth
Unexpectedly
Rocked
Sun darkened
Moon dimmed its light
Stars
Falling
From heaven
Famine
Pestilence
The designing of sorrow
Seems like the end
My lawyer is screwed.
Famine rides my soul,
hunger contaminates
little pieces of death
love, laughter, happiness
those tastes of heaven
never satisfy
but turn oceans on my tongue
I want, therefore I am...
Weed sprouts in my garden
it stays humble, unnoticed
grows together with crops
but suffocates most
then takes over ownership
and it laughed itself dry
when it noticed famine
biting my family
Happy is he
who is content with the least
Whose hunger is sated
in famine he feasts
Happy is he
who begins at the end
And ends at the beginning
—his fortune to bend
(Dreamsleep: October, 2020)
In this era of famine of love
A housewife cum call-girl
Gives me a little bit of it
Her husband is a drug-addict
And she has a kid to bring up
Anyways thanks God she is
To try to cure my love disease.
Me great, great, great-grand pappy-died
His son, sailed away from fighting Ireland
In the wake of the potato famine, sought land
Farming his love, many sons his pride
Irish potatoes-boiled, mashed, salad and fried
I fear
the flavor of fruitfulness,
the fullness of tables,
burden bent
by fleeting bounty
I dread the feast;
festivals
of frivolous indulgence
because I know
Famine rides hardest
where blessings rot.
My Lawn
My lawn is my garden it’s weeds you see.
In times of famine, it is food for me.
Grass may be pretty, so shiny and nice.
But it is only food to grubs and mice.
By
Josehf Lloyd Murchison
Reckless tumbleweed
hurries across forgotten graves
of those who toiled through despair
and anguish
fighting drought and famine
depression and unemployment
heat and cold
locusts and dust storms
daily uncertainty...
Politics governs our
temporal lives
Religion conscripting
eternity’s prize
Together they’ve killed
more than famine and war
A plague that still haunts us
—to shun and deplore
(Villanova Pennsylvania: November, 2020)
My boss is the government
worried of me ?, not so well
makes me live in total hell,
not to die of famine sans nourishment
i will eat green grass i can tell ...!
They asked their God:
“Why is there poverty, famine and injustice in the world?
Then pleaded…”Please, God, what are you going to do?”
“For as long as I can remember”, their God answered,
“Those are the same questions I’ve been asking you.”
Scary than the fear,
further devastating than the weakness,
is hunger ...
With its insatiable voracity
everything decimates, everything devours,
consumes, eats ...
I peer through mists of coming years,
The present disappears,
The crimson clouds of war blow past—
Utopia—world peace at last.
No famine, plagues or hunger then,
World law among all men,
Complete coerced security,
The subtlest sort of slavery.